Massimo didn't respond. He walked deeper into his office. There was a phone tracking device he quickly powered on—if he could keep Tyler talking, Massimo would be able to trace where the devil was calling from.
"It's very simple," Tyler continued. "Just pick which woman you want to rescue—your wife or your doctor—and I'll let her return to you."
"I suppose you kill the other?" Massimo growled into the phone's receiver.
Tyler laughed darkly. "No, the other I keep—at least until I get bored. You have two hours to make your choice."
Without another word, Tyler hung up.
Massimo's tracker had placed Tyler somewhere on the northern border of New York. It was a large area, but within it, Tyler owned a real estate firm. That was likely where Tyler was hiding.
Or it was another trick. Had Tyl
